“I’ve been having these weird thingse into my head.”
He frowns. “Like what?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I thought it was just my imagination, but now I’m scared that it’s somethingContent is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
more.” “What do you mean?”
“Like yesterday, when we pulled up, I imagined looking out of the window.”
He watches me.
“And thenst night… I knew that doorway was there and I knew where the key was.”
He smiles softly, bends and kisses my cheek gently as he cups my face.
“I get shing lights and things in my head. It’s weird, star,” I breathe.
“It’s not weird. I imagine things all the time. Tis called romanticizing, Emmaline.”
I frown at him. “What do you mean?”
“Well.” He frowns as he tries to articte his thoughts. “I don’t see the world as everyone else sees
it. When I see certain things, I imagine it through the lens of a camera. I don’t understand how other
people don’t see things the way I do.”
I think for a moment.
“And you said you want to dabble in writing, so maybe this is your brain nning out future books,
imagining things that aren’t there as if they are real. Authors do this weird thing where they see scenes
happening ahead of time and characters seem real to them.”
“That is one way to think of it, I suppose. Funnily enough, Brielle said the same thing.” Maybe my
imagination is getting the better of me.
“What do you think of it?” he asks as he lies back and folds his arms behind his head.
“What if I’m…?” I fiddle with the nkets once more. I don’t even want to say it loud in case it
makes ite true.
He takes my hand gently in his and smiles. “You’re what?”
“What if I’m psychic?” I whisper, horrified as my eyes find his.
He pulls me back down onto him. “Then my wife will be psychic,” he murmurs into my hair as he
wraps his arms around me tightly. “I’ve never been one for convention.” His lips move to my neck and he
starts to suck and nibble. “Could be kind of useful, actually.”
“Twinkle, stop it.” I try to pull from his grip. “This is serious and it’s scaring me.”
He kisses me gently. “Don’t be scared. You have nothing to be scared of. Just go with it, write down
what you think about, and then we can sit down and try decipher what’s going on.”
My eyes search his. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
“Well, you are marrying me today, so you must be.”
I smile broadly and kiss his perfect lips. “You always make sense of the most illogical things.”
He holds me tight. “We can be crazy and illogical together,” he murmurs into my hair. “We are getting
married today, after all. Mr. and Mrs. Illogical.”
I bite my lip to stifle my stupid smile. “And I have nothing to wear to my wedding.”
He smiles broadly. “Neither do I.” He kisses my forehead. “Maybe we should wear bathrobes. They
are white and hanging in the bathroom…. definitely handy.”
“And matching.” I giggle.
He rolls me over and holds my hands above my head. “I love you.” He kisses me gently.
I smile as my eyes hold his. I love this man. I love that I just told him I am going crazy and he doesn’t
care. I have never felt so epted. It’s inspiring and yet terrifying at the same time.
The phone rings, making us jump, and star leans over to pick it up. “Hello.”
“Hello, Mr. O’ Shea. It’s Ronan, the manager from reception.”
I smile. I can hear what they are saying through the phone.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but unfortunately I don’t have good news about today’s wedding arrangements.
“Why is that?”
“We cannot find a minister to marry you.”
star frowns. “Why not?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but we have contacted everyone we know and not one person is in town until the end
of the week.”
star purses his lips in annoyance but remains silent.
“We can make a booking for Saturday.”
star exhales in frustration. “I wanted today.”
“I know, sir, and I apologize, but it is out of our control if you want the marriage to be legal.”
star’s eyes flick to me and I nod. “It’s okay,” I mouth. “Book Saturday.” This could be good
because I can buy some sort of a dress. My mind wanders to Brielle and I already know that I want to tell
her.